The Days I Clear Escape Games Pretending to be an NPC

The refugees were stunned, but the players responded faster.

The social animal player is dead, and there is a student head player, but she just stood up, and a nail penetrated her shoulder blade: "Don't move, I know you are a group."

The sweat on his forehead was like water, and Ren Yifei licked his dehydrated lips.

"Get out of the way, it's me and him."

These refugees who had just turned into thugs were frightened by his ferocity and retreated three or four meters, exposing the injured social animal players and student head players.

The social animal player clutched his wound and couldn't believe it. He didn't believe that there was such a ruthless character in the NPC, and he didn't believe that he actually capsized in the sewer.

"Ah..." The student head player looked at the blood on his hands, hatred like a volcano erupting, "Damn you!"

Another nail came and hit her thigh.

"A gun?" The thugs shuddered with fright.

"It's a nail gun." Someone recognized it.

This kind of nail gun, which uses blank bullets, has a range of five to ten meters, and the nails it shoots can pierce the thigh. The deterrent effect is the same as that of a gun. People with cold weapons will instinctively fear.

"I won't **** your things." Ren Yifei said, his voice was still a little weak, his face was sweating all the time, but no one regarded him as weak.

The whole restaurant was silent, waiting for him to speak.

"But no one is allowed to take things from me. Where are my things?"

The thugs acted immediately, and ten seconds later, his steamed buns and instant noodles appeared on the table intact, and they carefully packed them in a plastic bag.

He grabbed the plastic bag, pointed the nail gun at the crowd, and everyone stepped back.

The people behind made way for him to smoothly retreat to the door.

A young man opened the door for him and stood far away.

Ren Yifei smiled and said to him, "Thank you."

The young man shivered.

Then he turned and walked away, walking all the way to the mushroom house, sitting under the eaves, with his back against the wall.

He looked almost collapsed, like a sickly tiger, as if anyone could beat him, but no one dared to approach him.

Saman saw that he covered his face with his elbows, his body curled up and trembled slightly, as if he was crying, and he tried his best to endure it. In his hand, the nail gun never left his hand.

After a long time, he put down his hands, and his tear-washed eyes were exposed, like a sharp blade, and like a lion cub who successfully killed his prey for the first time on an independent hunt.

The cruel environment seems to have forced this innocent boy to grow up overnight.

"Hahaha..." The glasses girl looked in the direction of the restaurant and kept smiling.

Tired of laughing, she wiped her eyes: "So you have to play the game seriously. If you are playing a house, you will end up like this. I like this child."

The little girl looked down at the screen of the operation panel, her mind was not here, and she did not see this scene.

Within two minutes, a conflict broke out in the restaurant, and everyone outside heard the two players arguing-they needed to stop the bleeding in time, but they only wore a hemostatic bandage.

After a while, a limping player came out, a student head player, and the blood on her thigh seemed to flow for no money.

Ren Yifei was sitting under the eaves of the small mushroom house when he saw it. She was walking towards the cabin where the manor owner was imprisoned, leaving a **** footprint with every step she took.

The second shot he aimed at was the artery in the thigh. There was a shortage of medicines and doctors. If they didn't have the means of treatment themselves, they would have to die.

Licking the corner of his stinging mouth, Ren Yifei's eyes were filled with meaning: It's a pity that one escaped, this one is ready to fight to the death?

She really came to the wooden house where the manor owner was imprisoned. At this time, she couldn't hold it anymore, and she fell to the ground. She pointed her **** finger to the silent manor owner inside, and said loudly: "I recognize that the manor owner is a 'ghost'. !"

The manor owner showed a shallow smile.

The student head player's face changed, and he opened his mouth and shouted, "No, no, it's a violinist... ah ah ah-"

Just in front of several players and NPCs, the student head player who identified the failure was broken into pieces of pigment, and the wind blew and dissipated between heaven and earth.

She died because the identification failed.

The 'ghost' has a character identity and a real identity. If the two do not overlap, the 'ghost' character identity must now be occupied by a certain player.

Because of the information from the previous two days, everyone believes that the internal and external identities of 'it' are the same, but there is a lack of key evidence.

When the student head player used to think that he had a good chance of winning, he didn't expect it to be.

"The manor owner is indeed a 'ghost', but what kind of identity is inside? Or, is the manor owner really a 'manor owner'?" The players' eyes were full of inquiry.

The manor owner was still smiling, provoking these arrogant players.

They looked at the manor owner, and the manor owner looked at them, and there was an invisible rope pulling between them.

NPCs are completely unaffected, what to do.

From Ren Yifei's point of view, he couldn't see what happened, but he knew clearly that the identification failed. He stood up, put the nail gun back into his large pocketed jacket, and soaked the just-expired pack of cold meds with the warm water left in the thermos.

As soon as I drank the hot infusion, I was sweating, which made me feel much more comfortable.

After that, he had a simple dinner and his strength returned.

Before it was completely dark, he went to the cabins in the opposite row. The best cabins were all occupied by the thugs, and the rest were old, weak and sick.

He went to them and asked them about the people who had died the day before.

"Are they all having a fever?"

Some NPCs say yes, some say they don't pay attention. Others told him that those people who vomited and diarrhoea yesterday also developed high fever and then died.

Ren Yifei asked several wooden houses and found that the people who died so far, whether they were wet or those who vomited and diarrhoea, had signs of fever during their lifetime.

"Have I misunderstood the bones?" He was rarely confused.

Before the sky was completely dark, the middle-aged man who went to the mountain to dig vegetables and sweet potatoes came back, he found nothing, and now he is sitting on the stone bench, very depressed.

Just as he was about to comfort him, Ren Yifei saw a new wound on his arm with sharp eyes.

The skin at the wound was whitish, with a small amount of blood, but no shrinkage.

If a person is still alive, the skin of his wound will be rolled in due to the reaction of life, and the wound will also appear red, swollen, inflamed, coagulated, and so on. This is the case with wounds only on corpses that have been dead for a long time.

Ren Yifei glanced at the middle-aged man who was still sighing and couldn't see anything unusual.

"Don't worry, uncle, I think the rescue team will definitely come."

Ren Yifei comforted him and glanced over the soles of his shoes.

Red mud, black mud, dead leaves, stone slag.

The exposed areas of this mountain are all acidic soil, and the color is mostly red and yellow. Where did the black mud come from?

"I'll go check it out tomorrow, maybe I can find it. By the way, Hoshino, do you want to go together?" He took a **** and prepared to go back to the previous wooden house.

"I have other things to do." Ren Yifei declined.

After the middle-aged man left, he pinched a piece of soil that fell, only to find that the black mud was not the kind of mud on the black soil, but another kind of extremely fine soil, sticky, a bit like a bone shelf smeared on him. The kind on the feet.

The gray-white stone **** was a bone fragment, but it was even whiter.

There are very few people who grab the ingredients. Hunger is a problem, and many of the refugees in the manor go to the mountains to find food. They came and went, Ren Yifei didn't know how many were middle-aged men.

He didn't make a sound, just touched the black cat in the wooden barrel, where the black cat shrank, motionless.

Night came, and the sky was overcast again, but it didn't rain. All those who went out returned to the manor.

In any case, a place where humans gather and where there are human buildings can still bring people a sense of security.

These people were out looking for food, but they found nothing, they didn't find any food. Those who had been allocated or grabbed food before were targeted again.

There were several clashes in the cabin and the assets went into a second shuffle.

In this short period of time, there have been several incidents of theft and robbery, and everyone is in danger.

Refugees are no longer in groups, they don't trust anyone other than themselves.

Ren Yifei has always remembered the wounds and strangeness of the middle-aged man. He tentatively approached another person in the mushroom house and wanted to ask him if he had noticed those abnormalities. But these people are avoiding him.

Yes, the picture of him giving the player four shots is still imprinted in the heads of these people. In addition, he was wearing **** clothes and his hands were tied with cloth strips, so he didn't look like a good person, so they suspected that Ren Yifei was here to grab something.

He tried several times without success, and as soon as they got close, they ducked and looked at him suspiciously.

To win the trust of these people, unless he throws away the nail gun in his hand and removes the weapon.

Oh, then he's still an unpopular villain.

Ren Yifei directly gave up his plan.

When night fell, in order to save electricity, all the lights were turned off, and the manor was pitch black.

Ren Yifei held a fire axe and sat under the eaves of the mushroom house with his back against the wall. The people inside were afraid of him, so it was a good thing not to go in.

After a while, he stood up and walked into the darkness. The night watchman saw it and thought he was going to the toilet, but he didn't care.

The front of the cabin was long unguarded. Ren Yifei's two shots not only seriously injured the leader, but also seriously injured the arrogance of these thugs. They are now like a mess of loose sand, which is nothing to be afraid of.

However, he hesitated for a while before deciding to come.

The manor owner and his party are different from other NPCs, and there are many doubts about them. The owner of the manor is even more suspected of being a 'ghost'.

Whether from the player's point of view, or from the asylum-seeker's point of view, the two sides have already formed a grudge. If the manor owner is a 'ghost', there should be a massacre tonight.

Ren Yifei didn't know whether what he released was good or evil.

But after thinking about it again and again, he still came, smashed the lock, and opened the door.

The owner of the manor came out of it, as well as the chef, violinist, and staff he had met.

"You let us go, not afraid of being targeted?"

Ren Yifei took a breath, seeing that they were all right, and waved his hand: "The person in the lead was injured by me. But I don't know if there are other people, you pay more attention."

Ren Yifei returned to the mushroom house and encountered several people on the way, avoiding him from a distance.

The same goes for the people in the mushroom house, and the night watchman dare not look at him.

Ren Yifei pursed his lips and sat down in the corridor.

The door of the mushroom house creaked, Ren Yifei picked up the fire axe and found that it was Saman who came out. He walked directly beside him and sat down: "I'll rest here for a night, don't you mind?"

"Aren't you afraid of me?" Ren Yifei clenched the fire axe in his hand.

"Why are you afraid of you?...Well, what do you seem to be afraid of?" Saman looked him up and down, but Ren Yifei didn't say a word.

After a few seconds of silence, Saman suddenly took out a small knife and slashed lightly on the back of his hand. The wound was very shallow, and only a little bright red blood flowed out: "Don't worry? I'm not a living dead."

"?! How are you..." Ren Yifei's pupils dilated slightly, very surprised.

"You can see why I can't?" Saman also leaned against the wall and smiled, "During the day, well done."

"If you know that I'm not easy to mess with, just stay away from me." Ren Yifei said coldly, looking very fierce, and wanted to repel others.

"If you don't do it, I will do it. It's not good for anyone if you continue to make trouble like this. The compromise of those people will only fuel the arrogance of the thugs." Saman moved closer, "You saved everyone else, those people are just stupid , will be afraid of you. Smart people will like you, just like me."

"Are you really Gu Xingye?" Saman asked in a low voice, but he didn't look at him, more like he was talking to himself, "You wear a watch worth tens of thousands of dollars, you wear cheap clothes that don't fit well, and you are mixed race. But tell me that you are a native islander here."

"Of course I...I." Ren Yifei wanted to refute, but opened his mouth but didn't know what to say.

Ren Yifei's eyes were fixed on the front, and suddenly he clenched his fist and smashed the ground, spit out a word of 'grass'.

In the pitch-dark yard, he was like a cat that suddenly pounced on its prey, his light-colored eyes narrowed dangerously, one hand on Saman's neck and the other on his wrist.

Unprepared and thrown to the ground, Saman's props were halfway out, but they were withdrawn at the last second.

He opened his hands, showing his empty palms, and looked directly at Ren Yifei, who was sitting on his lower abdomen, with a smile on his face, to show his innocence.

Ren Yifei grabbed Saman's wrist with one hand, sniffed the wound on the back of his hand, pressed his neck with the other hand, and put his fingertips on a large artery, the pulse was like a slow wave.

After a long while, Ren Yifei took back the hand that was pressing on the opponent's neck, but the man was still sitting on his waist.

"I didn't lie to you," said Saman, looking at the indistinct silhouette of the youth in the dark.

"Trust you once."

"Then you can get up?" Saman coughed, his body stiff.

Ren Yifei sat up and said directly: "I thought I was 'Gu Xingye', but I don't know now. When other people lost their homes and cried bitterly, I didn't feel at all. Instead, I thought about food and accommodation for the first time. Isn't it abnormal?

"Many of these people are like me, right? How about you? Do you know who you are?"

"I'm the same as you, that's why I came to you." Saman directly stated his plan. Facing this alert feline boy, he felt that it would be better for him to tell the truth.

"Find me to cooperate?" Or take the opportunity to test?

"Cooperation, think about it?" Saman smiled sincerely.

Ren Yifei looked at him for a while, and Saman looked at him with him.

"What if I don't agree?"

"Then I will follow you every step of the way."

Saman's answer made him widen his eyes, grind his teeth, and spit out two words in Saman's magnanimous laughter: "Perverted."

The author has something to say: Saman: entrapment.